It was an unusually hot British summer, and I was staying on my friend's farm for a few weeks to help out with the list of the never ending jobs that always need doing. I didn't mind though, it meant I could be near the object of my teenage infatuation, David, my friend's much older brother. At 27, tall broad and muscular, with sandy blonde hair, all year round tan from being outside and an easy smile, David was always in my lustful though naive dreams. At 5.3 and a trim tight figure, I hoped that he would notice me , but despite being kind, he was always too busy on the farm to truly pay me any attention and I guessed that an 18 year old held little interest to him. This did nothing to stop my fantasising, and I had spent many evenings whispering his name in my bed as I plunged my fingers in and out of my young pussy.
On the day in question I was working out in the field stacking hay bales. It was so very hot and my back ached. As I had worn short denim cut offs and a cropped vest, my bare arms and legs were scratched from the hard hay and I couldn't wait for the day to be over so I could clean up and wash the dust and dirt out of my long jet black hair. When we were finally allowed to finish, David and I chatted easily on our walk back, comparing the hard grazes that covered our skin. I savoured our time together, stealing as many glances at him as I could, blushing when, as we approached the farm house, he caught me gazing at him. As soon as we got in , I made my excuses to go upstairs and I prepared to take a long shower in the en suite of the guest room where I was staying.
After washing and rinsing my hair, I lathered up the sponge and thoughts of David crept into my head, making my young pink nipples harden. I rubbed the soapy sponge over my full pert breasts watching the suds trickle between them. Nature had been kind to me, blessing me with a firm pair of 34d breasts, with nipples that were quick to stand to attention and I now wondered what it would be like to feel his mouth on them. I moaned as sparks of excitement trickled from the tips of my breasts down through my flat brown stomach , to my untouched virgin pussy where moisture was starting to trickle between my legs. I moved my hand down to my clit that was hard and eager to be touched, and gasped as electricity jolted through me each time I stroked it.
I heard another noise and threw back the shower curtain in shock, trying to cover up my naked aroused body. There , in the bathroom door was David, holding a tube of antiseptic cream with his mouth wide open. Embarrassed I reached for a towel, and froze when he said in a croaky voice
"Please. Don't stop."
I straightened up and looked at the man who had been the star of so many daydreams, and as my eyes roamed over his body, I could see a hardening lump in his jeans. My eyes widened at his state of arousal. "I came to give you this cream for your grazes. I should have knocked." "But I'm not sorry."
With a slow smile as he held up a tube of ointment. Some strange being inside me made me stretch out my hand and I beckoned him over. The cream dropped to the floor as he moved quickly over to take one breast in his large hands and brought his hot tongue lapping and flicking over my nipple. The other hand cupped my other breast and his fingers caressed the puckered bud.